grief is a sneaky bastard

grief is a sneaky bastard

Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don’t know...
IN THESE DISSENTING TIMES

IN THESE DISSENTING TIMES

  Hello dear hearts, I’m transmitting this from cycle day 22 and the ambiguity of wanting to be seen, whilst also wanting to hide. Such is the paradox of these early luteal days in my cycle. I’d tried to write this all of last week, but something was stuck in me....
WHAT THE SNAIL READS

WHAT THE SNAIL READS

Well hello there, folks. As the days draw in and the weather cools, I find myself wanting to do nothing more than stay in and read a good book. I’ve been curating a selection in my head that I’ve wanted to share with you with all for ages, so here some of them are…...
LAMMAS – EQUINOX  – a summer catch up

LAMMAS – EQUINOX – a summer catch up

It’s always a struggle for me to get out of my shell after a prolonged period away from publishing anything, so this is a quick(ish) round up of the last 6/7 weeks or so just to get me out of my rut!  If you read my previous post, you’ll know that I take August off...